moOn

an ashen, empty face stares emotionlessly,

not paused by the stars,

unfazed by the beauty that lie behind it.

the blemishes bear record of its abuses,

craters formed without reaction:

a zombie withstanding gunshots.

why be it such a revolting mockery,

victimless of a bacterial mutiny,

indebted to lifeless beings.

i envy your intransience,

your lack of character,

your effortless complacency.

your provocation to lunacy,

and noiseless inquiries,

launches spirit to our soiled earth.

look on our troubled existence,

and grant us hope,

bemoan our crises,

care for our condition,

disseminate your apathy to mankind.

no, wait… fuck the moOn!